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Alif Imran Jan 2016
Eleven Eleven,
You were telling me you can’t,
I was assuring you, we can,
This,
This is not the end,
You’re just doubting,
But I know you can, we can,
And this is possible,
But you were like “I know, but,”
And giving excuses, lots of them,
Nothing good ever comes from “I know, but”
Why, why give up so easily?
It's not easy to build this,
And you’re turning it into a monument,
Of our sweetest memories?
I’ve poured everything, I’ve given you myself,
I’ve let you enter the void,
Of my darkest past,
And you’ve touched it,
Leaving marks all over,
I’m naked in your eyes, undeviatingly,
And you’re leaving?
How it’s so easy for you,
It’s my fault isn’t?
I trusted you too fast,
I opened up myself to you too fast,
I let you have a feast on my feelings too fast,
Perhaps,
I love you, too fast,
Eleven Eleven,
Marks the end of our connection,
The lost of our endearment.
Travis Green Oct 2021
I wished for him
To give me his world
Let me be his ebony sweetness
Embrace his lean, fantabulous chest
Magnetic abs, eye-catching shoulders
Such a hot hunk, so comforting to my soul

I want every word he speaks
To flow undeviatingly
Down my throat
Inhale his blazing smoke
So dope as ****
With his bold black bandana
Enveloped around his head
How I wish to be his wifey
His lit chick, his soul woman
Embolden his masculinity
Travis Green Sep 2021
The problem was that I kept falling
For your light fluorescent yellow eyes
So **** electrifying I couldn’t
Turn my back away from you

I was in the power of you
Undeviatingly sinking in dreams
That I couldn’t elucidate
Stuck in hovering motion
My mind confined in your poetry

I was lost in your creation
Your eyes like a light green rose
Like a vividly fine lime
Like a mellow ripe pear
That I couldn’t stop staring at

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